Note to my first readers: I can't believe this. I cannot write a happy poem that isn't about a romance. And this is MERRY… who is meant to be Mr. Happy, yet I made him depressing sigh Sorry to those who think this is horrible. I much agree, but tell me what you think anyway.

I sit in Rivendell
In its entire splendor
I stand in awe of its beauty
But even that does not take
My worry away

My cousin lies ill
Because we failed to protect him
I get to run around in the sun
While he lies in a bed unconscious
Halfway between life and death
In the realm of the Nazgul

I see him now, walking with Sam
He is back again and
I can see the sparkle back in his eyes
We also see another familiar face
The face of a relative
We long have not seen
The five of us talk about days gone by
It is nice to be among friends

Although Happiness reigns here
Sorrow must take a firm grip
The council has been convened
Nine of its members
Is now a Fellowship
They have been called
To carry the ring
To Mordor, where the shadows lie
To its beginnings in the fiery pit of Mount Doom

I shall follow my cousin the bearer
Because I have promised before
The three of us shall stick together
Along with a dear friend
The way is tough
But we shall endure
As long as we have each other
We shall go on

The path is dark
And attacks come from all sides
Our leader has been lost
But in another the strength has been found
To lead us on
We have not failed yet

We stay amongst the trees tonight
Some feel unsure, others fearful
She went inside us all and tempts us
To see our proof of loyalty
She tempts me with the shire
And memories of long ago
But I know I shall follow him still

My cousin seems weighted
Now His eyes no longer shine their unusual brightness
But are dull and he no longer smiles
Has the ring started to affect him already?
We leave down the river
And are silent as the doom of decision
Lies upon our shoulders

We land at a beach far form the lady's home
My cousin goes off to be alone
But is gone for awhile too long
We search for him and find him taking leave of us
Then I know what I must do

I distract those who are his enemies
As he hurries away
And get captured myself.
As I am carried off I watch
As the man who protected me
Falls under the weight of death
And I wonder.

Did I do the right thing?